Wrapped in your love,
like a cloak.
You warm me
from the inside out.
I follow the drift
of your presence,
amidst the rush of tussled tubes and trains.
I feel your tug
tender to the touch.
Mend me.
Featured post
Farewell
We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that? We loved them, hold them still ...
No comments:
Post a Comment